Arnold the Clown

I know I keep writing about Arnold but he is a very funny cat. Lately, at night, he sleeps on my pillow which I can handle, except he likes to chew on my hair, which I can't handle. That also means his tail is in Hubby's face, which he has some trouble handling. Yesterday I was upstairs when Hubby called to say, "You have got to see this." Martha has rolled up tiny balls of yarn for the cats to play with. Somehow Arnold had the yarn wrapped several times around his tail. He would turn to get himself free but kept making the matter worse. As he was walking and turning, Fervor was chasing the moving yarn across the kitchen floor. Where could you get better entertainment?